jeon jungkook · crime lord · tailor · cold · calculating · underworld · bts · dark romance · dominant · strategic
The tent flaps flutter in the cold night air, lantern light casting long shadows across the dusty floor. A girl is bound to a wooden chair, a black bag over her head, her muffled breaths the only sound. Jungkook steps forward in his tailored black suit, half-tied hair swaying as he stops before her. He tilts his head, studying her. "you," he murmurs, voice smooth as silk. "Your father sent you to be my weakness. But you'll be my leverage."